prince and his shield

With such a mess, the filming couldn't go on.There was an inexplicable strange guess in his heart. Steve looked at Royston, who had been very gentle throughout the whole process, and felt strange.

The two returned to the car without any interaction.

Steve started the car, and the car was silent for a long, long time.

After turning a corner, he tentatively asked, "Do you want to report today's affairs to Miss Rose?"

Royston was silent.

Steve glanced in the rearview mirror, but of course he couldn't see anything.

Looking back, he didn't speak again.

All the way back to the villa, until the car stopped, Steve didn't hear any sound from behind except breathing.

After sitting for a while, he lowered the partition and turned around.

Not surprisingly, in the back seat, Royston curled up sideways on the seat and fell asleep.

With one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the back of the seat, Steve looked at it for a while.

Miss Rose is right, it only stops when you are asleep.

Sighing, Steve rubbed his temples wearily.

Without waking anyone up, he raised the partition again.

After sitting for a while, he drove the car forward and stopped at the corner of the turning.

He opened the door lightly and stood down.He leaned on the hood of the car and saw a magnificent scenery not far away.

Below is the sea, and next to it is a steep cliff.

The waves are big, but they can't break those cold and hard stones, and they are evenly matched.

He stared at the corner of the cliff for a long time, stood up straight, and moved a little.

The sun was high, and the light refracted by the sea was a bit dazzling.

He raised his hand and glanced at his watch, it was almost one o'clock.The hand hangs down and shakes the watch, feeling a little hungry.

"Where is this?" The car door opened and asked vaguely.

Steve didn't notice Royston's activities in advance, and wondered if the serum in his body had been diluted.

He stood up straight, put his hand on the front cover of the car and explained: "It's near your house. Just drive a little way back."

He stared at the faint red mark on the side of the man's face, feeling inexplicably complicated.

Royston raised his eyebrows, of course he knew this was near his home.He was asking how he was in the car—

"...shit." After waking up, the momentary ignorance dissipated, and the memory came back, Royston cursed while rubbing the corner of his forehead.

Steve fisted the lower hood of the car: "You fell asleep..."

"I see." Royston interrupted him.

He looked up at Steve, licked his lower lip, and frowned.

"Go back." After all, without saying anything, he sat back in the car.

"Okay." Steve watches as his hairdo disappears into the car and circles into the driver's seat.

Driving back to the villa, there was no movement behind.Steve reminded: "Mr. Bowen, here we are."

Royston crossed his arms, crossed his legs and shook, and looked at the tightly blocked partition: "...I'm hungry."

Steve frowned, but said nothing.

Royston scratched his lips with his thumb, opened the door and got out of the car: "Bring me something to eat."

"...Okay." Steve sighed slightly, without refusing.

The window on the passenger seat slams, Steve rolls down the window, and a wallet is thrown through the window.

Steve caught.

"Buy more."

"Understood." Steve turned the front of the car, and before starting the car, he couldn't help but look back out of the car window.

Knowing that he couldn't see the inside from the car window, he lingered for a while longer.

Royston stood at the gate, as if waiting for him to leave...or, sending him off?

In fact, he couldn't tell whether the trace of apology was real or not.

About to look away, Steve was caught off guard by his gaze.

Frowning tightly, red eyes blackened through the tinted car windows, Steve froze.

"What are you waiting for?" Royston raised his voice.

Steve came back to his senses: "Um, sorry, the car... has a small problem."

"I'll be back as soon as possible." Steve is grateful that the windows of this car can block the view, otherwise he will be seen as running away.

He drove wildly until he could no longer see the villa, and then Steve stopped abruptly.Rubbing his forehead, he exhaled slowly.

After restarting the car, he went straight to the most expensive store nearby.

Is it delicious? Secondly, as long as the task is completed as soon as possible.

Pick the most expensive one, pay the bill, and rush back with the takeaway.

Royston didn't close the door, and someone greeted him.Steve stood outside the porch.

A line was drawn belatedly between the two people who should have been strangers.

Steve held out his arm and handed him the box: "Sushi."

Strangely, he was still an enemy of that country before he woke up.

"Ha, I thought you would buy fried chicken back. It's quite tasteful." Royston pursed his lips, took the box and carried it back to the dining table.

"It's getting late, and I don't have a schedule for the afternoon, can I go first?" Steve held the door left behind by Royston, "I... still have something to do."

Royston paused, without turning his head: "Well, let's go."

"Goodbye, Mr. Bowen." Steve nodded and closed the door.

Royston put the beautiful lacquer box away and sat down at the table, shaking his legs.

The knock on the door rang again, and he stood up abruptly to open the door.

"Wallet. Also, here is the receipt." Steve handed him the item, "I forgot."

Royston squeezed the doorknob, reached out and took the things: "OK."

"Goodbye."

Royston held the door, but Steve turned and left without taking the door.

When he got in the car, the car that had not been turned off turned around and drove out. He drove to the gate before looking back tentatively.

There was a figure standing obliquely at the door, his expression was gloomy, fleeting, blocked by the wall.

Steve turned his head, took a deep breath, and dispelled the strange feeling in his heart.

Royston closed the door and saw the remains of the caller scattered beside him, cursed and stomped a few times.

After throwing away the wallet and receipt, the lunch box on the dining table was an eyesore, so I picked it up and threw it into the trash can.

Kicking off his shoes, he went upstairs and lay down on the bed.

Pulled over the quilt to cover himself, rolled for a while, collapsed into a large font.

After staring at the ceiling for a while, he squinted, and suddenly punched and kicked the air, kicking his legs high.

"Ah bah - what the hell."

……

When Steve got home, he closed the door.No one met, no one contacted him, a burst of relief.

Leaning against the door, he saw a stack of magazines on the shelf by his door.

Walked over, picked up all the magazines, turned around and knocked on the neighbor's door.

With a tap, he realized he was being silly.

Putting down his hands, he turned and walked towards the apartment.

"Hey?" A female voice sounded from behind, and the female neighbor holding the key looked at him curiously, "What do you want from me?"

Reflexively, Steve hid what he was holding behind his back: "Uh...just, um. You know, it's okay."

The female neighbor looked confused.

Steve steps back into the house: "Huh, I'm just... all right. Totally all right."

Then he closed the door.

The female neighbor...? ? ?

Steve held the door with his hand, pursed his lips, closed his eyes, and endured for a while, holding back the word that he had heard many times today.

Walking backwards, the plastic magazine's friction force was too weak, so he held it with one hand, and it flew out of his hand with a shake.New Bayi first launch

"shit—"

The "female neighbor" code-named Red Fox took the key to open the door, and saw a familiar magazine slipping out of the opposite door.

A figure swayed behind the door, and the magazine was slowly drawn back under her eyelids.

It exudes an awkward yet hilarious vibe.

"Is the captain all right?"

There was a voice in the ear, and the female neighbor replied calmly: "It's okay. Maybe it's off the fan."

"You know, the kind of — getting too close to an idol and finding out he's been duped. It's okay, he'll get used to it after a few times."